Chapter 75 Need His Hands Cut Off

Fergus couldn't care less about the Violet Thunder Sect; all he wanted was the Thunderstruck Wood.

"You're a real piece of work!" The old man was fuming. "The Violet Thunder Sect runs the witchcraft game in this whole state, and you talk about it like that? I came here ready to cut you some slack since it's your first screw-up and you're young, which makes cultivation tough! But with that mouth of yours, don't blame me for what happens next!"

Fergus just shook his head, looking a bit exasperated. "You've been yapping for ages, but you still haven't told me if you've got Thunderstruck Wood struck more than three times. Do you have it or not? Stop wasting my time."

Anyway, he still had to get back and cook for Violet.

The old man got even more pissed and yelled, "You don't even get how deep you're in. Looks like I need to show you what the Violet Thunder Sect can do!"

He bit his finger, drew some symbol on his palm, and started chanting, "Wind, come! Clouds, come! Thunder, come!"

A gust of wind whipped through the courtyard, kicking up dust everywhere.

A cloud rolled in, hanging right above them.

Inside the cloud, you could see faint flashes of lightning!

The old man knew Fergus had some real skills to set up formations at Plot 140, so he wasn't holding back. He went all out to show Fergus the difference!

Fergus, looking a bit annoyed, just waved his hand. "Get lost!"

In the blink of an eye, the wind and clouds vanished like they were never there.

The old man was floored. "How is this even possible?"

He'd spent decades getting to where he was, and Fergus was so young. How could he break it?

And with just a wave of his hand?

The old man was even more shocked and cautiously asked, "Who's your mentor? You didn't come to Silvervale Province to make money; are you here to start a gang?"

With Fergus' skills, he didn't need to make money; important people like Peter would line up to offer tributes. So, it made sense that Fergus came to Tarynville to show off his strength and then start a gang and recruit followers!

Fergus awkwardly said, "You're overthinking it. I'm not here to steal your business. Now, I'll ask you one last time, do you have the Thunderstruck Wood or not? Stop wasting my time!"

The old man was still in shock. This young guy had a higher cultivation level than him. He gave Fergus a hard look and said, "Wait a moment."

He couldn't handle it alone, so he had to report it.

He went inside and quickly explained the situation, "Boss, I still think Fergus has someone backing him. Coming to Silvervale Province, he probably has some bad intentions!"

On the other end of the line was Peter. Since this was a big deal, he had to report it to him.

Peter thought for a moment. "The Wizarding World Convention is coming up soon. If I'm not mistaken, he's a solo wizard here for the convention. As hosts, a lot of people want to see us fail. Let's not stir up trouble before the convention. Tell Fergus the Thunderstruck Wood will be delivered to him ASAP. We'll see what he's made of during the convention!"

The old man gasped, not expecting Fergus' ambition to be tied to the Wizarding World Convention. Luckily, Peter saw through it. The old man nodded and said, "Got it!"

Fergus was thrilled that he stumbled upon Thunderstruck Wood struck three times when he was out grabbing groceries. Even though he hadn't gotten it yet, if the old man tried to pull a fast one, Fergus would march right into the Violet Thunder Sect and take it himself!

After he got Thunderstruck Wood, all he was missing to change Violet's fate was the Night Pearl.

As he headed back to the villa, he passed by Tyler's place. It was quiet, so it seemed the jerk had bailed. Fergus didn't bother going in; he'd deal with Tyler later. Right now, cooking was the priority.

But as he walked up the hill...

"He's back, he's back!" someone shouted in front of Sky Palace. It was Tyler. Seeing Fergus, he quickly ran inside.

Fergus frowned. 'What's Tyler doing here?' He carried the groceries inside.

When he walked in, he saw not just Tyler, but Logan and Marlin too, standing around.

On the couch sat a cold-faced middle-aged man, Thomas.

Violet was sitting on a single sofa to the side.

The atmosphere was tense.

Seeing Fergus come in, Logan and the others smirked. No matter how cocky Fergus was, would he dare to show off in front of Thomas? Thomas could crush him with a single finger.

Thomas stared unblinkingly.

Violet coughed twice and said, "Fergus, this is John's father, Mr. Thomas Zimmerman."

She wanted to give Fergus a heads-up.

"I know," Fergus said calmly. "I ran into Tyler before buying groceries. He told me Thomas was back and advised me to be prepared and avoid him. Tyler, I'm sorry. I thought you were joking, but it turns out you were serious."

Hearing this, Violet, Logan, and Tyler were all stunned. Tyler had told Fergus to be careful to mess with his head, make him feel doomed because no matter where he ran, he couldn't escape Thomas. But now it sounded like he was tipping Fergus off.

Thomas's face darkened as he looked at Tyler. Tyler was so scared he knelt down and raised his hand, saying, "Mr. Thomas Zimmerman, how could I possibly tip him off? Fergus is making it up. Don't believe him."

Logan quickly added, "Mr. Thomas Zimmerman, Tyler has a grudge against Fergus. He wouldn't tell Fergus anything. Don't listen to his lies."

Logan then looked at Fergus and said viciously, "Fergus, don't try to stir the pot. If Tyler really told you, why would you dare to come back? Seeing Mr. Thomas Zimmerman, why don't you kneel and apologize? Are you looking for trouble?"

At that moment, the best move was to change the subject.

Fergus sneered, thinking they were all just clowns. He still had groceries to put away in the kitchen.

"Stop!" Thomas suddenly spoke, his eyes narrowing. "I heard you were arrogant before I came. I didn't expect you to be even more arrogant than I imagined."

Thomas pointed to the ground. "Now, kneel down!"

Fergus stopped, ready to throw him out.

But before he could say anything...

"Mr. Thomas Zimmerman!" Violet suddenly spoke, her face serious. "I believe you got a call from my father before coming to Tarynville. He said not to hold Fergus accountable!"

To protect Fergus, the time to make achievements was shortened to a month.

Thomas said coldly, "Yes, I did get a call from Mr. Gray, but he can avoid death, not punishment. Ms. Gray, John had his limbs broken by Fergus. Do you expect me, as his father, to just stand by and do nothing?"

Violet knew a father would be furious if his son was beaten, but she couldn't let Thomas touch Fergus.

Thomas took advantage of Violet's silence and pressed on, "Ms. Gray, you can protect Fergus for a while, but can you protect him forever? Today, I only want Fergus' hands cut off!"